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Palindrom

En av de mest välarbetade dikterna jag nånsin läst, från en av de mest imponerande människor jag vet, Demetri Martin. Ett 224 ord långt palindrom:

”Dammit I’m mad. Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help? Man, it is hot.
I’m in it. I tell. I am not a devil. I level ”Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp in my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap? No. It is open.
On it I was stuck. Rats peed on hope.
Elsewhere dips a web. Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh? We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name. Both, one…
My names are in it. Murder? I’m a fool. A hymn I plug,
Deified as a sign in ruby ash – a Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it. Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:
”Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog” Evil is a deed as i live. Dammit I’m mad.”